| When I was young I often said
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| That there were ugly things beneath my bed
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| I’d slip downstairs when I got scared
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| Into the safety of Dad’s easy chair
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| That chair was like a long deep sigh
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| And I’d stay until he’d say it’s time
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| But he’d always put his hand in mine
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| And tell me
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| «I'll go too.»
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| That’s what he’d say
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| That’s what he’d do Don’t go alone I’ll walk with you
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| I’ll go too
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| When I was learning how to swim
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| I’d look down at the water and back at him
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| He’d say «Take my hand, we’ll both jump in.
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| I’ll go too.»
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| That’s what he’d say
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| That’s what he’d do Don’t go alone I’ll walk with you
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| I’ll go too
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| So many nights I’ve wondered
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| So many things to brave
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| So many acts of courage we face each and every day
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| I put on my new white dress
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| I had my doubts if I could do the rest
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| And he said «Take my hand just do your best.
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| I’ll go too.»
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| That’s what he’d say
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| That’s what he’d do Don’t go alone I’ll walk with you
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| I’ll go too
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| In the quiet cold of the April snow
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| It was time to finally let her go I took his hand and said «I know.
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| I’ll go too.»
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| One day we all will understand
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| As we walk right in to the Promised Land
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| But I hope an angel takes me by the hand
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| And tells me
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| «I'll go too.»
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| That’s what he’ll say
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| That’s what she’ll do Don’t go alone I’ll walk with you
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| That’s what he’ll say
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| That’s what she’ll do Don’t go alone I’ll walk with you
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too
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| I’ll go too |